"Bryan, stop! You're going to get sick if you keep doing this!" Edward interrupted as Bryan was about to down the drink in his glass. He couldn't count how many glasses Bryan had drunk since he arrived at the club. But Bryan didn't care. None of Edward's words even entered his ears.

"Don't stop me, Ed. I'm enjoying life and celebrating God's gift to me."

"What do you mean? You're sick, Bryan. You must remember that. Do you want to die on purpose, huh?!"

Bryan stopped the laughter that had been going on. He was laughing at his misfortune that, after losing his true love, he was about to lose...